Fat Fox Feeds on Fearfully Foul Folks
Adrian's fur was soaked in sweet and vixen-cream, while belle's pawpads grew slick with perspiration in the hot little dorm room...
Twinks Across America: Ch. 13 - Montana
I tasted remnants of pine-scented soap, a young man's perspiration, and a drop of his earthly musk. the proper taste of a farm boy.
Twinks Across America: Chapter 3 - Washington
No traces of perspiration or pine marten musk to be found. only delicious innocence. eagerly, the flexible tip of my tongue probed his unspoiled anal ring.
Sexy Short 8: Right on Time
perspiration trickled down his temple close to the corner of his eyelid; he blinked cautiously and eyed the clock again - _an hour and five minutes left._ grabbing his cock by the base with one paw, he smiled sultrily and flicked its side.
Animal Magnetism
Jim was again becoming lost in the scent of latex and perspiration and the sight of the rabbit's tight ass only helped to foster jim's erection. "you bastard" jim giggled as he gently patted the rabbit's ass.
One Night at Pigg's
Hair mussed, face flushed and sticky with the pig's pungent perspiration, nick gazed slowly around the room as though seeing it for the first time.
A Day in the Life of a Shark
As she raised an arm to mop her heavily perspiring brow with one of several sweatbands she wore on her wrists, any onlookers were afforded a substantial glimpse of how liana's body handled vigorous physical exertion.
Revenge of the Nerds
Hot and humid he only perspired more slickenng himself up to make the tight slide easier for the fieldmouse above.
Wrestling with Change
He could just barely detect the smell of his perspiration over the odd smell of new spandex. ricky sniffed at it again, and again, realizing how much he liked the smell.
A Panda Fresh from the Gym
It was no wonder as his muzzle was even wetter now, the fur soaked and ruffled by the perspiration and his own saliva that had been rubbed back onto it.
Tail's 12 Days of Shitsmas
The perspiration accumulating around his fleshy donut trickled down onto the fireplace, evaporating into a noxious, sauna-like smog infused with the rich, heady stank of shadow's buttfunk.
In Which Master Goat and the Famous Cock Part Company, Chapter 4/4
The goatboy groaned, perspiring harder than ever. "you gotta be kidding me." "good thinking, my lupine friend, but we're running out of time," markus observed. "no need to stand on ceremony."